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| Selected Bibliography Books Sphinx. Kumquat Press, Montclair, NJ 1968 Published by Geof Hewitt. Kumquat Press apparently still exists and you can reach them at: Kumquat Press, P.O. Box 51, Calais, VT 05648. Hewitt is himself a poet who leads workshops across the state of Vermont. He's been a juried member of the Vermont Arts Council since 1971. The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton. Introduction by Geof Hewitt. Drawings by Philip Van Aver. The Jargon Society, Penland, NC 1970 "Al Hamilton is the kind of poet everybody says they'd like to be. He doesn't apply for grants and has probably never heard of the national Council on the Arts. He doesn't teach in a college or write reviews or wash dishes in a diner and other odd jobs. He writes poetry. All he does is write poetry."
The Big Parade. The Best Cellar Press, 1982 "This book is published as a special issue of the poetry magazine PEBBLE. This is issue number 22." Best Cellar Press Magazines Workshop 25. Fall, 1975. Bob Arnold, Ed. I don't know what poems are included. American Poetry Review. March/April, 1976: "Color Lines," "Moon," "To Father Coughlin," "Pink Ponds;" p.13 "I am immune." Poetry Now. Volume III. Numbers 3-6 (Issues 15-18), 1976: "Our Flag," "The Pool," "Wilkes Barre, Pa.," "Broom Factory," "Visitations," "War;" p. 60-61 Journal of New Jersey Poets. Volume XVII. Number 2, 1995: "Mirrorland," "Beautiful," "A Town without a Soul;" p. 1-3 [Follow the links to read the poems] Anthologies Quickly Aging Here: Some of the Poets of the 1970's. Geof Hewitt, Ed. New York: Doubleday Anchor, 1969. Bleb Twelve. Gardner, Geoffrey, Ed. New York, NY: Bleb, 1977. Thus Spake the Corpse : An Exquisite Corpse Reader 1988-1998 : Volume 2. Andrei Codrescu & Laura Rosenthals, Eds: "God," "February," & "New York City Public Library Lions." Bluestones and Salt Hay. An Anthology of Contemporary New Jersey Poets. Joel Lewis, ed. Rutgers University Press, 1990. Foreword by Anne Waldman. |
HAMILTON, Alfred
Starr 1914- CAREER: Poet. Military service: U.S. Army, 1942-43. WRITINGS: Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton, Jargon Press, 1970. Contributor to Epoch, New Directions, Foxfire, New Letters, Archive, and Greenfield Review. SIDELIGHTS: Hamilton has hitchhiked through forty-three states. source: Contemporary Authors: A bio-bibliographical guide to current writers in fiction, general nonfiction, poetry, journalism, drama, motion pictures, television, and other fields. Volumes 53-56. 1975: p.264 |
About Alfred Starr Hamilton The New York Times. April 13 and May 25, 1975 On April 13 Jonathan Williams has "The Guest Word" in the New York Times Book Review. He berates James Dickey for high reading fees and praises Hamilton. The article repeats the Hamilton story told by Hewitt and makes a plea on his behalf for money, adding that for 1975 he only needs about $2,000. A Spartan existence is outlined. The details differ, but it is essentially the same story given by Geof Hewitt in his intro to The Poems of Alfred Starr Hamilton. "I'm not immune. I'm just out in the open. There aren't as many bees as there used to be." On May 25 Williams writes in to report that Hamilton donations have come to the tune of $5,600 dollars. New: American and Canadian Poetry. Number 9, 1969; p. 40-41 Review of Sphinx by Eric Torgersen "Notes towards extinction: American poetry wipe-out." New: American and Canadian Poetry. Number 15, 1970; p. 39-44 This essay is a "state of poetry today" kind of thing. Hewitt doesn't say anything about Hamilton that couldn't be applied to any number of other poets, but he does praise his unique voice, apparent lack of concern for literary "fashion" and ability to maintain a strong "presence" in the poetry without being its sole object. Three poems are given in full: "Liquid'll," "April Lights," and "Hark" Blackbird Dust. Jonathan Williams. Turtle Point Press, 2000. Includes his NYT article from May 25, 1975. |
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Alfred Starr Hamilton is an enigma. His name is dropped at Exquisite
Corpse a few times; the front page as of 11/22/01 accuses
house poet Mike Topp of ripping Hamilton off. Somewhere
else he is referred to as a "folk treasure." That
seems a bit condescending but Hewitt substantiates. He
seems uncomfortable but says Hamilton is
"eccentric." Hamilton lived with his mother until
she died in 1964 and left him seven grand. He then moved
into a linoleum-floored room in a boarding house at 41 S. Willow
St. NJ. As of 1970 he'd been living on 1000 dollars a year
(much is made of his penury), visiting the local library and
Salvation Army, copping butts. His photograph shows a
well-dressed and sane-looking older gentleman. But those
could be Army clothes and his nails are peculiarly long.
Speaking of the Army, the US Army, Hamilton
was drafted and went AWOL after less than a year. "I
got a discharge somehow," he writes in the blurb for his
poems appearing in the APR in 1976. This was during
the War. Something of this cantankerous spirit survived
until 1961. He refused to participate in a civil air raid
drill and was fined and briefly jailed. Other than that he
can drive, has a sister, drinks Four Roses and once serviced
candy machines (after the war; it disgusted him).
Biographical information is scant, but he claims to have
hitchhiked through forty-three states. If so, Montclair has
always always remained his home port: The 2000 Directory of
America Poets and Fiction Writers says he's still at 41 S.
Willow. That would make him 87.
His first appearance in print, Sphinx (1969),
was published out of Montclair by Geof Hewitt aka Kumquat
Press. In his review of Sphinx (New, No.
9), Eric Torgersen mentions that these pamphlets were free for
the asking. (Online it currently lists for 25
dollars). Torgersen praises Hamilton; he says he's often
inaccessible, but when he isn't, he's dead-on. Torgersen
also says there are longer poems in Sphinx, which is not
the case for what I've seen in print. The poems in APR
and Poetry Now are short. These poems published in
the mid-seventies have a tendency to catalogue, taking a phrase
and repeating it, often asking a question. The tone is
bemused and iconoclastic but never mean-spirited. The
meanings are enigmatic. It's as if there is a code to be
broken. The object of the poems is often the natural world,
but rarely the world of man-made things. In the world but
not of it, so to speak. Break the code and enter the
Hamilton cosmos. One slightly demonic-looking man secretly
manipulating the world from the center of the universe.
Needless to say, I like Hamilton. I
stumbled across the Jargon book by accident at Cornell's Olin
library and was immediately struck by the simplicity and
strangeness of the poems. The book itself is a handsome
volume and the introductory remarks by Hewitt interesting.
Wanting to learn more about this character, I turned to the
internet, came up with a few references. It didn't occur to
me until some time later to get the articles and poems
themselves. I am still waiting for a few things, which I
will review here. I'm hoping to reproduce the articles
online, but an annotated bibliography will do just as well, for
now.
--S. Adkins November 23, 2001
Ho ho! Seems in this lil' squib I am mistaken in some of my facts. John Latta's blog, Hotel Point, has a good summary (dated Jan 2, 2004) of Hamilton's pulished work and includes the text of a few poems, including "Crabapples," which appears to be his first poem in print, in Cornell University's Epoch (Fall 1962 issue aka Vol. XII, No. 3) and not in Sphinx as I wrote above. For more details I suggest reading the blog iself, which though brief, includes some interesting context and observations. Seems this extended entry refers back to his note on Dec 12, 2003: "Poking around in old bound volumes of Epoch yesterday after Ron Sillimans mention of Alfred Starr Hamilton, a name, unforgettable enough, thatd got bruitd around Cornell in the early seventies..."
--S. Adkins November 11, 2004